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[call_me_spooky]

[Voice]

[Almost inaudibly]

Shit.

[Long pause.]

O-kaaay… Not in Kansas anymore. Look, if I’m dead, Clyde Bruckman? You owe me an apology.

So, working on the assumption that I’m not… Is anyone out there?

I could use a hand here.

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private; as if his ego needs moar stroking.

[call_me_spooky]

Huh. Well, I hope they caught my good side.

That's encouraging. I'm not gonna ask for details, though-- the timespace fuckup possibilities are giving me a serious headache, you know?

private;

[shutupsammy]

Dude, you're telling me. You don't fuck with time.

You ever need any help, you come see me, I'll set you up right. Me and my brother Sammy. We help folks like you, you gotta support the proverbial union, you know?

private;

[call_me_spooky]

Thanks a lot, Dean, I appreciate the offer.

I gather things are a bit different around here, though... in terms of, uh, awareness about and tolerance of the paranormal. I almost feel out of a job.

private;

[shutupsammy]

No problem. Seriously.

I don't know about that. People pretty much come to terms with the whole 'weird shit exists' deal here, after a time at least. Doesn't mean you're out of a job, though.

I'm not good with authority, but a guy like you? You could look into the police force. So's my brother right now, and he's a good kid. Went to Stanford and everything. Call him Scully.

I'll buy you a beer sometime.

private;

[call_me_spooky]

Yeah, I already spoke with someone on the police force. I'm guessing it won't be a problem, as long as no one minds that any letters of reference I get are based on a television show, right?

Sounds good, Dean, and thanks. We can trade goat-sucker stories, once I get a bit more settled in.

private;

[shutupsammy]

I'd offer a letter of reference, but I'm not exactly seen as respectable in polite society where I come from.

Sweet.